The Mirror Lied
Chapter Two
Twenty-five year old Onodera Ritsu rubbed at his eyes when letting out a low groan. He'd done it again, slept at the desk of his laptop and fallen asleep.
"I really should stop doing this.." He muttered rubbing at his eyes.
It was broad daylight and approximately one in the afternoon so it said in the corner of his screen. Ritsu blinked miserably at the conversation he had previously forced himself to stay awake for and closed it after one last skim. He hadn't replied, yet again.
Onodera had been chatting in different forums and online dating websites. It wasn't easy being transgender and looking for a relationship but he wasn't exactly confident when it came to men. He had literally no luck at all, things had gone from bad to worse in his life. Still at the same publishing company that belonged to his father, still hiding away under a binder and crying endlessly at night.
Stepping into the bathroom Ritsu took one of the many pills out the packet and swallowed with a glass of water. He was also on antidepressants; his parents had no idea he had prescribed them but Ritsu preferred it that way. It wasn't as if his mother would care much anyway, his father maybe a little more so. After coming back from studying abroad Ritsu was actually surprised they even let him work as an editor there at Onodera Publishing.
No one really suspected anything, in-fact most of the people he worked with were very nice although some had the green eye knowing Ritsu was the owner's son and figured he was just the golden boy given the place freely and all the best authors. That wasn't true, Ritsu worked just as hard as everyone else. All he had ever wanted to be in his life was like everyone else and treated equally; it was bad enough he had to deal with that there too. No one really said anything, not yet anyway.
Stepping into the shower he began to cry. Tears mingling with the water; it was just another day. Another dull lonely weekend, he did have friends only work friends but nobody knew. They wouldn't understand or so he thought.
After finishing up he dried himself off and stepped into a clean pair of boxers then strapped his binder around his torso. Ritsu gave himself that same look in the mirror, the same exact one he'd been giving himself for the past ten years. "Who would ever want this?"
That was what he thought but always the answer from his lips remained the same. "Nobody"
He heard the light vibrating of his phone on his nightstand. Swiftly turning to his as he tried off his hair Ritsu took it although frowning at the unknown number he let it ring out. A text came immediately anyway, taking a seat on the edge of his bed Ritsu scanned the message and it seemed he had given his digits out randomly a night ago.
"Oh great," He mumbled. "I wonder what strange weirdos I've attracted from the internet.. I should really stop using those websites, it's hopeless."
Looking through it a man two years older than himself was interested in getting to know him by chatting and grabbing a latte at Starbucks. Ritsu grimaced, he wasn't really that big on coffee houses though he didn't mind coffee too much but it was such a hassle. He didn't like crowded busy places; he recalled being asked his name and what topping along with piles of other questions the last time he went there. Ritsu was never good when it came to ordering, asking or any type of socializing. If he was truly honest Ritsu hated talking but he had to get over it and get out into the real world to meet people.
Sighing he lay on his back glaring at the message again. He didn't know what he should put, instead he ignored it. It wasn't the first time he had met up with a complete stranger, once he was actually making some progress with one man and he seemed really lovely. Problem was that he was married and was after an affair which instantly put Ritsu off as if he was going to play the side line daddy then came and go only when he was wanted. No, he wanted a full relationship that included everything the whole package. Ritsu knew he said he would never fall in love again but he wanted to try once again.
His father had tried setting him up with a woman at their company now his father knew he didn't care much for the ladies. Still he didn't listen and tried bagging Ritsu off on to a sweet girl who worked under him and was in-fact the daughter of one of his close colleagues. She was a beautiful woman, long wavy auburn hair similar to his own. Large brown eyes, prim figure and delicate features. Even if Ritsu was straight he felt out of her league, he wasn't anything special in his own eyes and he doubted that she knew he was transgender unless his father told her already. Though Ritsu felt it was insensitive of him completely ignoring what he wanted and it was very unfair on her as Ritsu could only imagine she wanted a future that Ritsu could not give her.
As for his mother who was to this day trying to "convert" her only child. It was every once in a while he went back to the family house, his mother offered to take him shopping. The last time he went with her she had dragged him into the department stores picking out things she thought may look nice and that it could work if he tried harder. Ritsu became teary eyed when they began bickering and noticing the unwanted attention they were getting off other women. Especially when a clerk approached them asking if they needed any help and Ritsu's mother bluntly said that her daughter needed help with her tom boy image.
It was cruel, Ritsu stormed out and left the department store for the train station. All the way home he ignored her phone calls and the endless evil text messages she went. They didn't take then for a number of months, until Christmas time when he had to meet up with his parents to discuss business. Even when the conversation was light and uplifting Ritsu could always feel his mother's eyes on him; eyeing him from the ground upwards.
Ritsu knew his parents did not love each other as much as they had. Partly the reason was because of him and the company, it was always the company his father chose and his mother nagged him for it. Then she would drag Ritsu into it bawling that she "wished her little girl would stop messing around and be serious about her life."
He was no longer a child, his mother couldn't lock him up anymore or force him to wear what she wanted. He was a grown man, twenty-five years old and could lead a better life without her. Ritsu had a love-hate attitude with his mother, he still cared for her but she didn't understand. It was as if she did not want to believe it, even after all these years.
Ritsu went to Lawsons in the end then spent the rest of his day reading and cleaning. Weekends were usually always this quiet and relaxed, he caught up with his work too at a leisurely pace then had dinner. He'd checked his phone seeing that he had numerous texts from his father knowing they had this upcoming event soon which involved dressing up. God, how he was dreading it before it even began. It was hard work impressing the authors and dealing with mindless chatter. All he wanted was to go home, bath and sleep. He remembered the last time and how difficult it was to press Usami Akihiko's buttons, the man was polite but Ritsu could see through him and knew very much he would rather be elsewhere too.
"This guy.." He read the latest message and he was being bothered yet again by the same person. Ritsu then switched his phone off for the rest of the night after that and resorted to bed after a couple of pages from his new book.
During that week Ritsu stopped by at the library after work. It had been just like any other day nothing unusual and nothing exciting. His back ached from the binder, if he wore it too long he felt sore and achy. He took out some of the books from his satchel and slipped them into the return box. He liked this library because they had a lot of books you couldn't get in stores. It was always peaceful at this time of the evening, the rush hour was over and it was settling down time. The droning of cars from the inner city mixed with the chilly whistles in the wind. Looking up he noticed it was a full moon tonight; but the sky was clear and the stars were out. You couldn't see as many in Tokyo but right now there was a handful of them.
He spent that long gazing at the sky he hadn't heard the muffling footsteps that neared. A tall man head to down in black, jet black hair and pale skin kindly asked him if he could just get past to return his books. Ritsu jumped and stumbled back realizing how jumpy he was he blabbed a stuttering apology.
"I'm s-sorry! I didn't see you there,"
"It's fine," said the stranger.
"I was in a world of my own, do excuse me now." Ritsu waved off with a short cackle.
As he turned to leave he ended up dropping his keys out his open pocket hearing the brief 'clink' of them dropping to the ground he didn't get there fast enough as the man he had just met picked them up.
"You ought to be more careful," He said blandly passing them over to Ritsu who took them blushing.
"I'm such a pain," Ritsu sighed aloud. "I think it's the tiredness kicking in, after spending all day at an editing department and coming here to drop my books off though I must say this place is great especially since they have a lot more choice compared to the stores!"
He wasn't much of a social butterfly, but it came naturally when he spoke about his work or novels. Ritsu enjoyed chatting about books, anything to do with reading, writing or literature he was immediately open for a small chat. Anything to do with his personal life and matters, that was a no no.
"You come here for the same reason too I see.."
"Yes, it's a brilliant place and one of the best libraries in Tokyo, are you a new comer?"
He shook his head. "I've come here for a while,"
"I see, well-" Ritsu looked around awkwardly knowing their conversation was coming to a close. "It's nice talking to you, thank you for your time."
Giving a small wave Ritsu began on his way. He couldn't help but smile to himself he felt so proud he had managed to make a bit of small talk with a stranger, it felt good and it made his confidence boost. When you're stuck in a rut at work speaking to the same people and your authors you become adjusted to only that it was more like a routine. Anything else was foreign, it felt weird for him to talk to someone other.
He hadn't looked properly where he was going and with his head in the clouds Ritsu was battered by the stairs which he came tumbling down. It hurt, his ankle was throbbing it felt as if he bad been bludgeoned with a mallet. Wincing and whining he stiffly pulled himself up on to his knees which was a wrong move as he took the wrong turn suddenly and twisted it only causing more pain for himself.
"Ow.."
Two feet were now at his side Ritsu looked up half way seeing that it was the man again. He held out a gloved hand for Ritsu to take in which he did; standing up was a task as he balanced himself against the steps railing to adjust himself. The stranger passed over his bag that had fallen with him, Ritsu gave him his thanks but once he tried walking that was a different story altogether.
He couldn't walk, his ankle was twisted. Ritsu galloped and nearly fell once more luckily this time he was caught.
"Sorry.. I-I think I've.. I think I've twisted my ankle.. I'm so clumsy.." He muttered.
Hopping back against the rail Ritsu held his hands out in defense. "You.. You have already done so much I'll be okay-"
"Where do you live? Let me walk you back at least, you obviously can't walk alone."
"I'll be okay, I'll get a taxi-"
"You'll be limping to the main road for the rest of the night, just allow me.""
Ritsu took his offer and while the man helped him he gave him the directions come funnily enough it was such a shock when they arrived at the apartment complex that the stranger told him he also lived there. How unbelievably, discomforting.
"What a surprise huh.."
The man didn't say anything even though he thought it was bizarre as well. What was shocking was that the two lived on the exact same floor right next to each other apparently.
"Y-You're my neighbor?!"
"Seems so.."
"D-Did you know or-" Ritsu asked though he mentally cursed at how stupid that sounded.
"I had no idea until now, well, I guess that makes this matter easier.. Do you need any help?"
For the first time properly Ritsu looked up at him and he definitely made his heart leap, nearly almost out his throat. He was handsome, definitely in his late twenties and those hazel eyes. Squinting Ritsu was certain they may had met somewhere before, he didn't know where exactly but even so his neighbor was a beautiful man. It almost made him envious, Ritsu wished how he were more manlier and bulkier instead he had been cursed with a baby face and a limp figure.
His senses came back to him once he realized he was gawping Ritsu released a nervous laugh batting his hands around, he only ever did this if he was truly anxious which was now.
"N-No! I'll be okay thank you very much for your help I appreciate it,"
"Are you sure? Make sure you get some ice on that otherwise it'll swell."
"Ice.. Ice.. Right.. I will!"
He was certain he saw man's brow falter in the corner of his eyes as if he didn't take his word quite seriously but he could manage. Inside now alone Ritsu threw the pack frozen mochi from New Year on his ankle then opted for a bath, sitting there in the water he could still feel the heat rise to his cheeks. It had been a very long day but the moments with his next door neighbor flew into his mind. Ritsu was positive he knew him, god knows where they could have passed in public or been on the same train together during rush hour at some point.
His eyes, when they met his own instantly there was something. Ritsu leaned back and allowed himself to sink deeper into the water, he ran his hands along his legs and rode up to his aching breasts after another day of concealing them. He got ready for bed after his bath and slipped under the covers, shutting the light off he didn't sleep well that night. If wasn't so much the throbbing in his sore ankle but the hazel eyes, even when he fell asleep in his dreams they questioned him with a look of "I know you, but how?" and it haunted him till dawn.
A couple of days later Ritsu was leaving for work that morning and just as he churned the key in his door out came his neighbor too. It was funny how they had never met before though they had different jobs and schedules but still he thought it was odd that not even once they had come in contact.
Seeing him brought a smile to Ritsu's face and as usual the other man remained just as impassive as last time.
"Good morning," He said brightly.
However instead of greeting him, his neighbor gave a brief nod of his head. Ritsu's smile died a little thinking that maybe hid enthusiastic attitude may had bothered the man and that he could be having a bad start to the day. He wasn't going to say anything else but was stopped in his tracks when he asked "How's the ankle doing?"
"Oh it's still really painful but I've rested well and so far I can walk around better than I could the past few days so you could it's an improvement."
His neighbor nodded again in understanding Ritsu watched as he locked his door whether their conversation was still on going was anyone's guess. Ritsu pushed for the lift and the pair were going down together in silence.
"So-"
"Yes?" Ritsu turned his head to him.
"You say you're an editor huh?"
"I-I did?" He didn't remember doing so.
"Yeah, the night you busted your ankle, what do you edit?"
"Well-" That had him smiling being asked about his work. "I edit literature actually, I work for Onodera publishing I started around a year ago now."
"Do you enjoy it?"
"It has its ups and downs like every job but if I have to give you an honest opinion then yes, I enjoy my work."
The man held his head higher, Ritsu glanced at him watching his eyes wander elsewhere showing he was really deep in thought for some odd reason.
"What about yourself?"
The doors opened and the two left the complex. Even though they barely knew each other Ritsu hadn't even noticed they were walking all the way to the train station together completely and utterly lost in conversation. As quiet and reserved as the man was, he didn't seem to mind Ritsu's chatter and company. His expression never showed it but Ritsu could tell he was comfortable. Finally, somebody he could talk to at last.
"Have you always wanted to work with Shoujo Manga?
"No," He answered bluntly. "Most people don't get their dream job, that is just the way the world works."
Ritsu gave a "mmm" in agreement after all he wasn't wrong. He never mentioned that his father owned a famous company nor did he tell him how he was practically handed the job on a platter too. It was bad enough certain people reckoned he was "riding his father's coattails" and he didn't want to make a bad impression now either. Too many people saw it that way when however all Ritsu wanted was to be ordinary.
"But you like it right?"
The man's smile caught him off guard although he tried hiding it when he went to scratch the side of his nose, hand blocking its pretty view.
"When there is no need to light a match under my authors asses and things go according to plan for a change I suppose it's manageable."
Ritsu let out a rather high giggle sounding almost a bit too high for his own liking and it certainly got the other's attention. Coughing, he rubbed at his throat smiling silly still.
"Shoujo manga sounds-"
"Unruly? I promise you I'm not lying."
"I'm sure it isn't that bad,"
"If you worked for me you'd understand."
Feeling his cheek heat Ritsu looked at him with owlish eyes surely he couldn't be serious. "Ah.. Um.. I'm not exactly fit for the role of a shoujo manga editor unfortunately, apologies."
"Course, not even you would get it." It sounded sarcastic but Ritsu brushed it off lightly, he had no interest really in the genre and wasn't swapping over anytime soon.
As the train pulled up Ritsu waited for the dozens of people leaving the platform once it was clear he took the wrong turn and staggered nearly falling over on the floor. He was caught by his neighbor luckily and pulled back up to his balance. People were still loading on to the train, quickly giving him a glance Ritsu thanked him and limped over.
The doors slid shut and it was a tight squeeze but he'd be okay. It wasn't the first time he squished on to a train like a pack of sardies; the train began moving and Ritsu found the man still staring at him among the crowd. Whether he was waiting for his own or seeing him off was another thing. Shyly he turned away from the door's window, pulled out his phone and pretended to text.
Bitterly he wrote 'stupid ankle' into his memo, what a morning.
During lunch Ritsu decided to catch up on some extra work, his colleague Saeki-san had been pestering him to go out with drinks with her for sometime now. It wasn't like he had anything against her; she was a friendly person. But he knew the hints, she was interested and he however was not.
"Ri-chan!" She sang. "Want to go out for drinks tonight?"
And before he could even get a word in edge ways she mocked him. "No I'm busy, sorry!"
Ritsu balled his eyes at her. "Oh Ri-chan you never want to go out anymore, was it something I did? Did I offend you when I was drunk? I'm so sorry if I did!"
"No, you didn't, silly don't worry."
She never offended him only his personal space as Saeki-san got too close when she was drunk and extremely flirtatious. The last time they had gone out for a 'quick drink' had turned into hours. Ritsu recalled being tipsy but nowhere near as hammered as Saeki-san who somehow was glued to his side by the end of the night, she had gone from talking to whispering huskily in his ear; her hot breath tingling his ear drum. Thinking about it still made him shudder, she smelled lovely that evening too. The heat between them was rising, her hand wandering on his torso but she never got far enough to have a good grope. Ritsu never mentioned anything, it was probably better he didn't saving both themselves the embarrassment.
"Nhh.. Why do you have to be so busy nowadays.. Do you have a girlfriend?"
Nearly choking on his coffee he abruptly shook his head. "N-No!"
"I bet you do.." She pressed.
"I don't!"
"Then you have someone you like, ne?"
"No.. S-Saeki-san! I haven't got a girlfriend nor do I like anyone right now, I-I'm too busy for that sort of thing!"
Ritsu looked around seeing there were other co-workers who could hear their bickering. She also noticed this too, Ritsu frowned at her and Saeki-san playfully slapped his shoulder.
"So-" She began once more. "How's your ankle doing? I see you're walking better! Still you're kinda wobbly on your feet,"
"Oh great, so I walk funny now?"
"A little, it's not so noticeable as much but it's understandable because you were injured-" She sighed. "You're okay now though, right?"
Out of all the people he worked with Saeki was always the one who was concerned about him, who didn't care that he was the only son to Onodera Publishing and made an effort to get to know him. She was such a lovely girl, Ritsu hoped she ended up with the right man.
"Yeah but it was just really embarrassing you know.."
"Hm?"
"Don't tell anyone about this.. But I found it really weird how when I fell outside the library this man who turned out to be my next door neighbor picked me up and walked me all the way home.."
"E-Eh?!" She screeched.
"D-Don't be so loud Saeki-san!" Ritsu hissed wavering his hands around panicky.
"Do you.. Do you even know him?"
"That's the thing! I don't, he just walked me home and we lived next door, you don't think he's a stalker do you?"
"Why would I think he's a stalker, it could just be a coincidence?"
"Well, I found out he's also an editor at Marukawa, we chat and our interests are so similar I just thought.. It feels so weird.."
"He works over at Marukawa publishing?! What is his name?! I have a girlfriend who really, re-ally likes this guy in the Shoujo manga department and he's really short and cute-"
Ritsu's eyes widened at the mentioning of Emerald. "H-He also works with Shoujo manga.. But he is nowhere near short.. He's really tall, dark-hair, he had glasses on this morning but last time-"
"Oh! I know who you're talking about! You mean Takano-san?"
"Takano-san?" Ritsu repeated arching up an eyebrow.
"You never got his name at least?" she didn't sound too impressed for some reason.
So that was his name.
"No.. I didn't ask-"
"Why?"
"It isn't really any of my business, besides it isn't as if we are even acquaintances, we're only neighbors so it isn't important." Ritsu shrugged though he did wish he could talk to the man some more at least.
Saeki eyed him up with her beady eyes. "I don't believe you"
"What?"
"I think you want to know more about him but you're just being too shy about it."
How she always managed to read his mind made Ritsu wonder. "I-I don't!"
"You're even stuttering, Ri-chan please don't give me piss poor excuses, I've known you like men for a while now." Her lips twinged seeing Ritsu got beetroot red in the face although she did quieten her tone at the last part for her sentence.
"N-No-"
"You're gay, I know that."
"Then why did you ask me if I have a girlfriend?!" He hissed finally giving up arguing with her.
Just then she chuckled with a mixture of snorts and splutters. "Cos I love getting a reaction out of you! It's funny, I like seeing my Ri-chan all flustered and jumpy!"
"Saeki-san you're unbelievable.."
"I've known for ages, you don't need to hide from me and I know that last time we went for drinks I came on to you but-" She held out her hands in defense. "I didn't mean to! You were all pretty, I was horny, no biggie it won't happen again I promise!"
Ritsu couldn't help but smile, goodness the girl could be so shameless but he liked that about her. Saeki didn't care, she wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind.
"You're smiling-" Saeki purred. "So, be honest do you want to get to know him more?"
Coyly he looked up at her from his lap and bit his lip before saying "And.. what if I do?"
A couple of weeks flew by and Ritsu had continued to bump into Takano-san in the morning. They had exchanged names, Ritsu pretended to know nothing and played along as if it was the first time he'd heard his full name.
Takano Masamune was a humble man. He was quiet, reserved but clever. He was the head chief of the shoujo manga editing department, they told each other stories about their work and it seemed as if Takano was a natural-born leader. The man knew what he wanted, how he wanted it and especially careful with what he was doing. Course, he bitched and whined about his authors delaying the manuscript or slagging off the printers Ritsu found him entertaining now they knew more about one another.
It was strange how they began spending time with each other, one evening watching a movie at Takano's place and another at Onodera's. It turned into a usual thing, but if they were both busy weekends were the best bet since they were off work unless Takano was buried in work. Ritsu knew about the "cycle" and even when Takano was dead on his feet looking like he was fit to drop he would still spend time with Ritsu.
"But you're busy! You don't have to honestly it's fine just-"
"Nah, I've got it covered stop being so damn whiny and come over."
The strangest thing of all was that the man who Ritsu had once spoken to and had none-stop pestered him by text no longer bugged him. There was no more text messages, no more emails or IM pop-ups. Also Ritsu hadn't found himself going on forums or dating websites either, now that he was chatting with Takano the emptiness was being slowly fulfilled. Besides Saeki-san, he had a friend and wasn't planning on letting him go anytime soon.
"Thank you," Ritsu said taking the cup of coffee.
"I'll be done soon, put on whatever I don't mind-"
Takano was nearly done with his work, he had invited Ritsu over for yet another film. They enjoyed these evenings, it gave the pair a break and the company was good for both. Giddily Ritsu fired up his laptop and began skimming the web for the latest movies out, he didn't mind paying, that wasn't so much the problem it was choosing and he always had to base it on the summary and reviews because there was a lot of interesting ones out right now making it harder for him to pick.
"What about this one 'Nuigurumaa Z' they have Shoko Nakagawa in this!"
"Is that the one based on Kabuki?"
"Yes, I think so-"
"No" Takano shook his head while ringing parts of the manuscript in red. "Another,"
"Black Butler with Kentaro Otani-"
"I already work with manga, I don't feel like watching that shit while I'm off duty too- give a guy a break."
"But it's live action? I don't even know what it is anyway.." Ritsu muttered with an eye roll.
"There is Kiki's deli-"
Swiftly and quickly Takano slid on his rear away from his side of the table to Ritsu. He pushed up behind him, Ritsu tensed at the hotness of his breath beating against his cheek making it tingle. Just like Saeki-san had done but only this time Ritsu found that he liked having Takano this close to him, he felt different.
"You have crappy taste."
"T-Then why doesn't Takano-san pick!"
"No, this is your job, you have to choose and make sure it's good enough to impress me."
Ritsu twitched at the smugness in his voice. "J-Just go back to work!"
"I will, don't disappoint me now."
He knew he was teasing him, he always did it. Takano went back to his manuscript and Ritsu continued browsing the new releases. But then something changed when the older man broke the silence.
"You know, I haven't been to a movie theater since high school."
"You haven't?"
"Nope"
"Ah, I don't usually go either."
"Everything fell to shit really when I was in school, fucking hated it." Ritsu could tell he was irritated by the harsh way he flipped over to the next page.
"Why?" Ritsu caught the way he glared at him. "Sorry, you don't have to tell me, ignore me."
"Just-" He threw down his marker. "It was the year everything fell apart"
"I didn't like high school much either, I remember I was in the library a lot then too I always preferred quiet areas over the busy school yard." Ritsu cringed remembering his youth, how he had to hide, move schools and avoid people from finding out the truth.
"You did too?" Takano looked surprised. "So did I, but when my parents were getting a divorce, I moved not long after and I had this stalker in the library-"
Now this felt familiar.
"-always following me around, writing their name in the books I read it was-"
Ritsu droned him out after that his throat became tight when a lump formed at the back of it. He suddenly became shaky and his heart was racing like crazy.
"You say your parents got a divorce?"
"Yeah,"
"So you weren't always called Takano?"
"No? It was Saga but-"
That was all Ritsu needed to hear before he shot up, collected his laptop and claimed he didn't feel well. Takano protested, asking if he said something wrong and if he could help.
"I-I'll be okay I've been feeling off all day I think it's a 24 hour bug thing I-I just need to lie down," He lied.
"You were fine a minute ago?"
"I-I know but.. No.. I-I'm sorry!"
Ritsu fled out the apartment and into his own. He felt sick to the pit of his gut, he couldn't believe it. Takano was him that boy from all those years ago who was now a man. The boy he lost his innocence to, his virginity almost and made him feel dirty.
"Why him? Why did it have to be him?!"
He thought he looked a little familiar mostly his hazel eyes but he never expected to bump into his ex-boyfriend and befriend him after what had happened. If Ritsu could guess he did not think people like Saga or Takano ever changed, their state of mind remained ignorant and he didn't want to know. As much fun as he had with Takano, he no longer wanted to see him, laugh with him.
Tearfully under his covers Ritsu did not bother to change out of his binder and clothes. He was distraught, it hurt like hell back then and it hurt just the same now. Brokenly he flickered his eyes over to his phone, lighting up the room while it played its happy ring-tone which didn't help at all.
It rang twice and just when he thought it had stopped he got a text. Ritsu wasn't going to read it at first but he ended up doing so anyway.
"Are you okay? If you need anything, I'm next door, rest well."
He didn't care and he didn't need him.
Angrily not caring how much it would be to replace his Iphone 5 Ritsu launched it at the wall hearing it smack and clatter to the floor. He pulled the covers over his head further and bawled his eyes out. The worst part was, history was repeating its self again. He had found himself becoming smitten with Takano lately from all the time they had spent together.
"Stop being such a fucking girl about this!"
"Stop being such a fucking girl about this!"
"Stop being such a fucking girl about this!"
"I'm not a girl, I'm not a girl!" He muttered into his damp pillow.
"So fuck you Takano Masamune"